cambric

Definitions

from The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, 4th Edition

n. A finely woven white linen or cotton fabric.

from Wiktionary, Creative Commons Attribution/Share-Alike License

n. A finely-woven fabric made originally from linen but often now from cotton.

from the GNU version of the Collaborative International Dictionary of English

n. A fine, thin, and white fabric made of flax or linen.

n. A fabric made, in imitation of linen cambric, of fine, hardspun cotton, often with figures of various colors; -- also called cotton cambric, and cambric muslin.

from The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia

n. A thin, fine linen, said to have been first manufactured at Cambrai in France, introduced in the sixteenth century for the fine ruffs worn at that period, as well as for bands, kerchiefs, etc.; in modern times, the finest linen made. See batiste.

Examples

After their coffee before the open fire -- she herself had had "cambric" coffee -- Peter smoked his cigar, while she curled up in silence in the twin to his big cushioned chair and sampled her chocolates.

She chose an apron of some fine stuff, such as cambric, and having so prepared the wax that it should be sufficiently soft to yield and spread with the warmth of the hand, she gave it a first rude shape by holding it in her hands and moulding it rudely with pressure applied at discretion, while, as a portrait-painter, she looked at the countenance and consulted the visage and features she would imitate.

This morning, Mother had still not come out of her room; Grandfather stomped off to the Exchange himself and returned with three books used; a block of lemon castle-soap; cloth for: new chemises, summer and winter drawers, and woollen skirts for us; and a new cambric handkerchief for Mother.

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"VALERIA: You would be another Penelope; yet they say all the yarn she spun in Ulysses' absence did but fill Ithaca full of moths. Come; I would your cambric were sensible as your finger, that you might leave pricking it for pity."- William Shakespeare, 'The Tragedy of Coriolanus'.

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt (On the side of a hill in the deep forest green) Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme (Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground) Without no seams nor needlework (Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain) Then she'll be a true love of mine (Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)